Liam jumped down from the metal beam, the force of his landing sending a short tremor through the debris-strewn factory floor. Lana took a deep breath, thinking it was over. Dimitri was down, the battle looked done. But Liam had other plans.
Without saying a word, he walked into the deep crater he had created with that monstrous punch. Dust and broken stone crackled beneath his feet as he approached the motionless body. Lana's eyes followed him, confusion etched on her face.
Liam reached into the pit and grabbed Dimitri by the collar, lifting his limp body off the ground with one hand. Dimitri's arms dangled. One punch had completely disarmed him. Liam glanced at the exposed parts of Dimitri's body— from beneath his skin, he could see it: pure metal. Dimitri's entire skeletal system was metallic, reinforced, unnaturally structured. And even now, Liam could see the skin starting to regenerate. The gash on his forehead was slowly stitching itself back together.
